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PLAYERS INVOLVED:
@Verridith (Blazeh)

SETTING:
The White Plains of Jes're'en. Fields of white grass that shimmer and wave in the bright sun.

WEATHER:
Sunny, with some limited clouds; the sky is mostly clear, and it's quite warm.

TIME:
12 days behind! Midday.

CHARACTERS INVOLVED:
Freya, Vidar, Vulthyr (Blazeh)

This post has been edited by Verridith: Apr 13 2018, 03:39 PM

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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
"that's a lie, you just fill your memory with all things BTACD related"
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The summer sun was beautiful; it all but sang, so bright and happy were its rays. Or so one small filly thought, watching the pleasant orb with a wide smile. Its shimmering light danced amid the gently-waving white stalks of grass, glinted off of unique constructs of crystal poking up from the earth. One foal - many years younger than the sunwatching filly - was trying to break off some of those crystals in vain, kicking at them until a mare scolded him and ran him off.

Glancing around, the filly's smile widened when she watched another mare gather up several foals for schooling - it was their time to learn of the world, just all foals did. As she did, once. Nickering at them, she walked back the way she had come, wandering through the many horses that dotted the grassy landscape.

The filly was an equus; a palomino roan with a creamy golden coat shaded darker around her head, all four legs, and rump. She had white splotches across her shoulders and thighs, a wide white mark - called a 'bald face' - from her forehead to her black muzzle, and four tall white socks that stretched the length of her cannon bones and fetlocks. Darker stripes of brown could be seen along each cheek and at her knees and hocks, covered by her piebald white. Her hooves were cloven, and her tail was long and leonine, though covered top and bottom with thick, wavy white hair.

But that wasn't her most spectacular feature; no. She was the daughter of Aiventus Etienne, a beautiful stallion and once the Athen beside his Reiza, Iluza, now retired to a valhia among the arthas. Aiventus was covered in smooth scales and horns, in all shades of blues and purples and golds, mane and tail black as the night. Her mother was a palomino, plain as day - but this particular filly had inherited her father's sea-colored scales down her back, face, tail and legs, as well as his serene blue eyes, cat-slitted and predatory.

She also sported two very large horns, curving from behind her ears and branching upwards, a proud crown for a would-be princess. If her father had survived and her mother remained Reiza, she might have been chosen as her heir.

But that was a lifetime ago, and she was happy just where she was.

And then, her small, perfect world was shattered. A loud whinny captured her attention; she paused and flicked her ears, looking up towards a sunlit hill. A patrol? But wait - the zelda'nn weren't supposed to be back for some time. Every herd member paused in their grazing to look up at the horse that had returned - a young unicorn, some years older than the bright-eyed filly. Was he hurt? He didn't look right... and where were the others?

Her eyes widened as he collapsed. "Someone get the Elra!" a pegasus shouted, taking off and into the air, heading for the wounded colt. Several herd members scattered as another few trotted towards the hill. Confused, she followed them, ears flat as she approached. What had happened? It was a perfect day, how could something happen on such a -

Then, she saw him. The unicorn's entire right side was peppered in burns; long clawmarks rent deep along his side, down to the bone at his shoulder. The other three were nowhere to be found. Horrified, the filly stepped back, aghast, staring at the dying unicorn - she wasn't close enough to hear what he was saying.

"Snakekind," someone repeated. Another took up the call, and a third, until the entire herd echoed with the news. The filly turned around and cantered away, sickened and terrified by the sight. The voices seemed too loud as they spread the news; and all it did was breed terror in the young equus' heart.

"Snakekind! He was attacked by snakekind!"

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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
"that's a lie, you just fill your memory with all things BTACD related"
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Before today, Rowan had never wished for eyelids.

He was perfectly content to slither toward the herd of equines that were on the other side of the plain, but the sunlight was significantly slowing him down. Hissing angrily as another ray of sunshine reached his eyes, blinding him, Rowan recoiled from the beam of light, once again cursing the mage who had created his kind for not creating eyelids to shield the blood-red orbs he called his eyes. A hood flared in emerald semi-circles on each side of his head, but it only served to provide shade for the ground below him - it might as well have been vestigial for all the good it did him. The ground below his underside was of no use, either. Shimmering in the rays of light, the white grass only served to reflect light back at Rowan, blinding him further, and the similarly colored crystals that sparkled in the sunlight irritated him to no end.

In short, Rowan was vexed and itching for prey to distract him from the exasperation that was this ridiculously sunny place.

And then he heard it as he was waiting for his eyes to adjust to yet another flash of sunlight. A chorus of amused whinnies at his almost comical hissing and recoiling routine. Shaking his head as his eyes once again adjusted to his surroundings, Rowan turned his eyes to the source of the noise.

Their eyes widening in recognition, the young unicorns backed away slowly. “Snakekind,” one whispered with fear. “... here? But… Orochi was focusing on the Royals in Vystrania…?” It was more of a question, squeaked out as if the lowland unicorn was pleading to be wrong.

“Not quite,” thought Rowan grimly. He had not been sent to Jes’eren by anyone but himself - he had wanted to get away from the hive-minded idiots that obeyed every order that they were given no matter how utterly preposterous it was, and ones who had given the orders out, who were no better, Rowan had slipped out in the middle of the night in search of…

Something. He wanted something. But he didn’t know what it was, exactly.

But here he was, and here he was sure he would find what he was looking for.

Drawing ever closer, Rowan unhinged his jaws, revealing the fangs that marked him as a Jarza. The wind surrounding him picked up in speed and heat.

“Five,” he hissed.

One by one, the unicorns turned and ran. “Four.”

“Three.” They galloped faster and faster -

“Two.” Their lungs strained with each breath -

“One.” The colt in the front yelled for help -

And Rowan was off; nothing but a gust of wind was he.

He landed in front of the four unicorns, his tail hurling three of them back. The fourth narrowly got past him, but not before Rowan’s wind scorched his skin. The white horns along Rowan’s body dug into young skin, ripping open the unicorn’s underside; Rowan whipped after the colt and lashed his head at the creature. He sunk his fangs into him and in his wind ensconced two of the unicorns that had been thrown back. The Jarza dragged air out of their lungs, choking them while the orb of hardened air closed in on them. When he heard the crunch of their bones being crushed and the subsequent squelch of blood and organs, Rowan released the dead colt in his jaw and turned his attention to the last unicorn. Blood stained the shimmering white crystals below his dead companions; rent flesh and organs that had been beaten to a pulp were haphazardly strewn across the grass.
As Rowan slithered over to the young creature, he made sure to fully display the blood dripping down his mouth. The colt, who was already quivering with fear and shock at his friends’ violent demises, didn’t move an inch. He was paralyzed with fear.

It was almost too easy - the equines would come to him now.

His head lashed out; his fangs dragged down the unicorn’s side, injecting hallucinogenic venom into the colt’s veins. The colt yelped in fear and in pain.

“Run, little one,” Rowan sibilated. “Run and bring your herd…”

Shaking as the venom began to course through his system, the colt turned tail and limped away.
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Cyra had been told off yet again for daydreaming while on patrol and sent back to the herd as "punishment". Which she guessed it sort of was, going on patrol was as close to adventure as she ever got. With a sigh and a flick of her opalescent tail, she broke out into a trot, wanting to both take her time getting back but also wanting the time to herself.

She knew that in this she was odd, she like these moments away from the rest of the herd and deep within her soul, she wished that she could just travel like this, on her own exploring the wild places that no pegasus had gone before.

With a flick of her feathered wings she drifted over the stream that lead to Momentai Lake causing her to pause for a moment and dream about seeing what was beyond that great body of water and from there wonder about what was beyond the seasonal grounds that the herd called their home.

It was then that she heard the screams of panic, the voices of the herd sharp with fear and dread. Lightning flickered over her wings in reaction to the sound and without another thought, she lept into the air and flew towards her herd.

Looking down she saw a unicorn laying on the top of a hill the Elra standing over him. She dived towards the scene, knowing by his unnatural stillness that it was already too late for him, that death had come to the herd. Flaring her wings she landed softly beside the Elra, scenting her sadness but also her fear,

"What happened here?" Cyra asked as she viewed the awful wounds inflicted upon the unicorn.

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“Never laugh at live dragons.”
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A young stallion was there, watching fearfully; no more than a rankless colt. But he knew the unicorn that had been attacked, and trembled as he stamped nervously, ears pressed forward.

He was heavily built, draft-type, an equus with a teal coat streaked in darker stripes. A few thin white stripes marred the teal of his mane and shoulders, one hind leg, and down his face. His mane and tail were lighter in color, and his legs were much darker, hooves streaked in both hues. His eyes were a deep brown; all they reflected was fear.

"Sn-Snakekind," he breathed, glancing sharply at the pegasus that had just arrived. The colt shuddered as the healers struggled to save the dying unicorn. "I-I don't understand, they... they are supposed to leave u-us alone... right? But this... why... why did they attack my friend? Why?!"

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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
"that's a lie, you just fill your memory with all things BTACD related"
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Aurum's red eyes narrowed slightly, and her claws dug into the earth. Snakekind were dangerous, even for her. She had been hanging around the main herd, mostly wondering where Veryl was this time, when she heard the calls for help. Snakekind.

Red and golden markings glowed upon her body, shimmering lightly as she approached the scene, golden mane and tail streaming out slightly behind her. She reached the peak, then looked out over the area for the perpetrator, maw half-open to reveal her sharp teeth, in contrast to the others. This Equus was a predator, and rightfully so.

The Zelda'nn let out a call, as if to summon her siblings, which was exactly the case. She may not entirely trust her herd, but if there was a threat, she'd deal with it. Regardless of her siblings, though, the mare began stalking slowly toward where the colt had run in from, tail flicking slightly, back and forth. Back and forth. But she stopped before she left the entire bounds of the safety of the herd. She glanced back at her heard, eyes searching for her fellow warriors, as if to summon them to arms. She wasn't the leader, but she often took initiative like this.
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Veryl ears perked forward as peered into a river, the rushing sound of her one of two elements soothing her. Veryl closed her eyes for a few moments, allowing herself to get lost in her thoughts.

Her eyes snapped open and ear faced backward as she felt something was off. Call it predator instincts if you will. Veryl squints at the river in front of her, trying to figure out what put her on such high alert. And then the downwind current came.

Veryl sped away from the river and back towards the herds location as she scented the smell of freshly spilt blood. She threw up a sight illusion to make it look like as if no one was even in the area. When she grew closer to a more stronger downwind is when she could smell a reptilian and the lingeing scent of Snakekind venom.

Veryl eyes narrowed as she increased her speed slighty and could here the cries of the herd as she neared. She dropped her sight illusion once she got within the boundaries of the herd, ignoring the slight alarmed jumps of the ones closest to her. She wandered closer to where the scent of blood and venom was strongest and saw the severly injured colt.

"So it was one of the Snakeind," the young Equus mutters and seeing the damage done.

Her ears turned in the direction of her eldest sister as she called out and wandered over in her direction but not before taking note of the burns the unicorn sported.

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Charries:

Veryl/Whirlwind, Female, Equus
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